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Life Like Luster

by Half Zaftig

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Good morning, or is it evening We hope you like our humble offering Seems like we started years and years ago Now Lizzy, Pete, and me we're ready to step back and let the album go So here's our guarantee... (Like Birdy draining threes or LJ in the paint) Our guarantee... (And Lizzy wondered so Pete showed her where the taint was) We prob'ly should've finished long ago (we're so slow...) But now's no time for excuses lists or other tales of woe (slow pokes, yeah) We took our time that's true, but now there's songs to play for you We hope they make your neighbors wonder what the hell you're list'ning to So here's our guarantee... (And Steve Albini might not dig the toms on track three) Our guarantee... (And there's no use for squirrel fur that will still shock me) You may or may not see sublime in all Nor will your moldy soles save you from Hellhounds ten feet tall But whatever you find along your way We're so grateful that you made today a Life Like Luster day
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Suspended sentences hang in the air Pushy passengers with too much to share Confused resentments reflect off the wall A sheen of desperation glist'ning on them all Why, oh why? I know why Got your blinders on, now head out Don't look at no one, stare at the ground It wasn't my fault (I didn't do it) No one here can blame me Ain't life a kick in the shin Harried looks and stolen glances are sent me Crestfallen eyes ogle my life of plenty I know you'd like me with you in the mire Alas, my plans are something else entirely The way out is to own up (I am to blame) There was nothing I could say (Don't blame me) There was nothing I could do
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Fair Use 04:07
Boy King, perched on his throne I spy something don't belong One of these things is not like the others Another battle won, I'm afraid you've run out of ways To make yourself look like the underdog Strident howls of indignation, you cry "Discrimination!" I wonder if you even know what that is A ploy so calculated, misunderestimated you The undisputed King of cynical spin I know what is moral and I know what is right And I know how to save us by exploiting our might All you beautiful dreamers with your peace and your love I don't want to hear it, don't want to hear it Don't even say fair use OK, I'm cryin' "Uncle", looks like my will has buckled You caught me unprepared for your vicious assault Uh oh, was that a crumble? Did I just see you stumble? I think you missed a spot and that's all I needed Got a good look at the road ahead Doesn't appear to be anyone left Gonna get a lot worse 'fore it gets any better
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Sublimeinal 05:33
He's a captain, used to be he'd get your boat safe across the sea Humiliations follow him A fallen victim of his maritime whims Who can know what he has seen? He's got his bottle, he's got his smokes Wanders at night, he hacks and chokes Decked out in starshine (Sublimeinal) You'd better wait and see What kind of tricks I've up my sleeve Did you think the answers would come easy 'Cause now it's getting good You've been more reckless than you should It's time to throw it away You freak, you see Sublimeinal She was a teacher 'fore she lost face Kept all her secrets in a hidden place Then one Friday, it all went wrong The boy's dad pressed charges when she wouldn't play along Who can know what she has seen? It never ends You freak, you see Sublimeinal You think you suffer, I might agree Overreacted a time or three I can't be silent, not anymore My lame excuses tired and worn Look all around you, terrible waste And what distracts you, a pretty face So time to buck up, begin today Take what you know and throw it away
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Stretching chains and thumbscrews All these things I've felt you use And despite all that, you remain inscrutable you Day after day I try to greet you But you never speak, even when spoken to And as bad as it gets, you remain inscrutable you I keep lookin' for a crack in your armor Just something to convince me you feel You do, don't you? I'm high on the horse, weights on my shoes And as much as it hurts, you don't look enthused You're good at what you do, and You remain inscrutable you I'm still searching for a shred of compassion Just a hint of some humanity You're somebody's daughter, too I'm only in'trested in one thing That's to obey the one who wants your ass in a sling So don't look at me 'specting sympathy 'Cause it's what you've done that's brought you here To inscrutable me I'm resigned to my fate, I'll be here a while It'd be so much easier if you'd just crack a smile 'Cause the pain is much worse While you remain inscrutable you
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Come inside, think there's room for you Been so long, can't remember Rest your head, see that someone cares That won't change tomorrow Fear inside, you're afraid to be Cut your ties to all you feel Blind my eyes, I can't bear to see My hand in sight, but not taken And I could say you're wrong My words their meanings all are broken underfoot And all the things I ever told you came to nothing Pass me by, do it once again I fall apart in my anger Blackened skies, something's dead in me And I just don't give a damn anymore And I could bring you down Destroy your shelter, all that you hold dear And all the things you've ever done amount to nothing If one day you lose your will to live Remember you once had found it Believe in your empty phantom world And know that your days are numbered If ever you find yourself alone Remember who put you there So live in your empty phantom world And know that your days are numbered And in the end, it's I who's wrong By weakness blinded time and time again I've got to find it in myself to understand you
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Don't really feel like moving Good thing I like the view And now you seem frustrated What is that look from you? You know I'm far too busy To try and find my muse I woke up with a purpose But it was gone by mid-day I woke up with a purpose But I forgot what it was by mid-day, gone away (It's on the tip of my tongue) Feeling less than useful Hang on, I'll be right there I'll get it all together Check out my "To Do" list Wait, just one more commercial Another dollar gone Even I know I gotta air the mold on my soles Gotta air the mold on my soles Gotta make a choice and let go Gotta air the mold on my soles Time to make a choice and let it go Toby, I'm sorry I never knew your private hell Calendar is looming There's nothing new upon the shelf Blame it on inertia But pages won't un-blank themselves Rooted to the spot, next to everything I've done so well Gotta air the mold on my soles Gotta make a choice and let go
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10 PRINT 04:00
It's another late night at the Sebum-Lebum store Weird Eddie at the counter, he looks a little bored Lights are kinda bright, so much they hurt my eyes But I won't wear my sunglasses at night Maybe they do in... Canada (Take off, eh) You know - the Northern Lights Even though it's late, there's plenty here to help you wake At least 10,000 types of caffeine for goodness sake And Eddie must be blind to not be suitably entranced By racks and racks of cover models oh-so-pleasingly enhanced "Men's Interest" - maybe Eddie ain't that kind of guy? There you are! RUN AWAY! Oh, the thunder it smells In fact it stinks and you know it 10 PRINT "Why are there so many songs like this?" Oh, I guess you'd better be off Outrunning demons again 10 PRINT "Why are there so many songs like this?" I don't want no LITTLE cup I brought a freakin' STEIN Once it's loaded up with java I know Salvation's mine I hadn't figured Eddie - sure, he's a piece of work But I shoulda paid attention to the subtext in his smirk "You sold me out, man." We found you AGAIN! RUN AWAY! I tried to tell you dear But you wouldn't believe me I guess I can't blame you But when I told you dear That the Hounds of Hell were on my trail I meant it lit'rally
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Handbasket 05:10
The sun is setting So I'll be getting inside Block the door with something heavy and wide What, me worry? Safe behind my closed blinds Fifteen stories above your kind That's fine - we're happy, persuaded How were we supposed to know? We don't want to think about tomorrow We're happy, elated How were we supposed to know? Don't ask me to think about tomorrow Who are you kidding? That can't happen here There's no setback, that's a turn of the tide Get with the program Keep your statements in line We can't function if the illusion's undermined I'm afraid to think about tomorrow One by one we're waking up With eyes-a-blearing, Storm has struck Dug a hole behind the shed Guess that's where I'll lay my head (It don't feel right) Plan your foolproof getaway Await some new disaster 'Cause understanding's far away Do good intentions matter? No better time to get away Make yourself a place Right in this here handbasket Go along to get along
11.
You've been walking very far, but you can't get any nearer And everything is looking like it should You've been living here so long But your thoughts they get no clearer Did you really ever think that they would? How many days will you stand before the mirror Before you are sure that it's you? And how many ways will you tell yourself you're no good Hey, I could've told you that too I'm right outside, can I come in? You're sitting in a high chair, but your heart is dropping lower Is that the way you want to begin? Your face is getting warmer, and your hands are growing colder When opportunity knocks, let it in I'm right outside, can I come in? Here I am, I know you know me So don't turn away Who are you, you once told me Can I stay? I'm right outside
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about

The first full-length album by Seattle rock trio Half Zaftig, led by singer-songwriter Shawn "Yogi" Farley. Farley's previous solo albums released under the name Yogi include "Any Raw Flesh?" and "Salve" (and can be found at Bandcamp at shawnfarley.bandcamp.com).

Band members:
Shawn Farley: Vocals, guitars, keyboards
Lizzy Daymont: Bass, guitars, vocals
Pete Johnston: Drums, Rhodes, vocals

The full-album download includes a Quicktime copy of the video for the song "Handbasket."

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released September 27, 2007

Produced by Shawn Farley.
Co-produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Darin Di Pietro.
Art by Anders Nyberg.

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